บททั้งหมดของ After My Wedding Was Stolen, I Married Ex's Uncle: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

VP Pembroke’s POV"What the—" I muttered, slamming my fist on the desk harder than intended. The room fell into a bewildered silence as I exchanged glances with Trevor—the HR rep—and my daughter."I’m… I’m sorry, sir," Trevor said sheepishly, wringing his hands. "I really tried to persuade her. But she wouldn’t budge.""We heard everything, Trevor," I said coolly. "It’s not your fault. It’s that damn Calloway woman."Lana let out a sharp laugh and folded her arms across her chest. "Told you she’s more feisty than you think, Father. She wasn’t exactly easy to deal with on my call with her, either."I studied her expression. The tightness in her jaw, the way she tossed her hair back in irritation. I reached out and patted her shoulder, softening my tone. "Don’t let it get to you, honey. She never deserved this position in the first place. You should’ve been chosen from the start. It was always supposed to be you."Her eyes flashed. "Then why are we even bothering with her? If Vera won’

Amelia’s POVHeat crept up my neck, but I steadied myself and lifted my chin. "Funny," I said, "because the last time I was in your bed, I didn’t exactly stay the night, did I?"Rowan’s jaw tightened. "You disappeared without a word."I folded my arms, cutting him with a sharp look. "And you didn’t bother to ask why. Maybe it had something to do with your little stunt—answering Tristan’s phone call, trying to humiliate me?"His gaze flickered, something dark sparking in those stormy eyes. He stepped even closer."Humiliating you?" His voice dropped low, dangerous. "You think that’s what that was about?"I swallowed hard but held my ground. "What else could it have possibly been?"Rowan leaned in. His breath brushed against my ear, his words a rough whisper. "I wanted him to hear it, Amelia. To know. That you are mine."My heart thudded painfully in my chest. I forced myself to take a step back, creating space between us. "Rowan… I can’t possibly meet your family.""Why not?" His ton

Amelia’s POVI studied Rowan’s face as a flash of shock appeared in his eyes. Then amusement, as if he couldn’t quite believe I’d dared to ask something so bold. "Marry you?" he asked, "Amelia, where the hell is this coming from?" His tone was low, sharp.I crossed my arms. "You’re avoiding the question.""And now you’re avoiding mine," he countered, his eyes narrowing.I let out a bitter scoff. "Rowan, you’re inviting me to meet your family. You don’t just parade someone into Lancaster territory unless it means something. Or is all this just to spite your nephew?"His jaw tightened as he looked away. "Amelia… we had an agreement. Do not mention him anymore. Remember?"I gave a short, humorless laugh. "So, this is just about sex? I don’t think it makes sense to introduce me to your family if we’re just friends with benefits.” Please, say something else."Come on…What exactly are you trying to ask? my past life?" He turned back to me. "Babe, that’s not appropriate."I folded my arms t

Victoria’s POVThe Lancaster estate was already buzzing with life when I arrived, flanked by my parents.The gravel driveway glittered with expensive cars, and waiters glided around with trays of champagne. My mother nudged me, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "You’ve done us proud by marrying into this family, Victoria."As we reached the entrance, a socialite in a glamorous gown was lingering in the doorway. I cleared my throat, impatient. "Excuse me, ma’am—"But when she turned, my breath caught in my throat. "Amelia?!"Her eyes widened for a fleeting moment, then narrowed into slits. "Victoria…" Her voice dripped with disdain. It was the first time she’d seen me since the scandal with the video. She clearly hadn’t forgiven or forgotten.I folded my arms. "What are you doing here? Trying to gain Rowan’s approval again?"My mother’s lips curved in contempt. She looked Amelia up and down like she was some cheap knock-off. "Playing pretend again, Amelia?" she sneered. "You do

Amelia’s POV"I, uh…" I stammered. My throat tightened."It was Tristan, wasn’t it?" Rowan growled, his jaw set in a furious line. "That bastard can’t keep his damn hands off you."Heat flushed my face as shame and panic wrestled inside me. I gave the smallest of nods. "I–it was. But Rowan, I didn’t—""Enough," he cut me off.Before I could protest, he was dragging me through the sea of guests, up the grand staircase, straight to his bedroom. My heels clicked against the polished floor in a frantic rhythm. Once inside, he slammed the door shut behind us. His glare made my heart thud. "Why the hell do you keep getting entangled with that idiot nephew of mine?" he asked, seething."Rowan, I don’t!" My voice cracked with desperation. "I never seek him out—he just—""Do you think he’s better than me?!" His words cut through me, harsh and raw."No!" My hands balled into fists. "I want nothing to do with him! He keeps coming onto me, Rowan! I fight him every time, I swear—"But my pleas se